Lies

Sometimes it’s this and sometimes it’s that

but the past, of course, never comes back

and sometimes we say, “Thank goodness for soul

that absorbs and converts the bad into good”.

I don’t  know, don’t know, what happens to lies.

Do they squiggle and squirm and turn into truth

and make nests in the soul to forever deceive

or are they simply thrown onto trash heaps?

I do know, I know, trash one day will die

but meanwhile it lives within normal life

and propagates more and more after that

to litter each corner of beautiful earth. 

And so as we walk on lie after lie

we burn from the outer down into the deep

where no fire can ere turn lies into ash

to be blown into the heavens above.

If it could, if it could, how great would life be

because only heaven can save mother earth

and preserve and protect the true meaningful

meant to be, I suspect, our given birth-right.

But we can know, can truly know,
no lie will live and grow in the soul!